Hot scythes lassoed by weaving waves

roads in the winding sea

drifting like buried logs,

halls and red lights jutting out

from collapsed immensities

in a bulb of universal semen;

liquids cracking at the whip of tongues

flickering over the fire-drowned biosphere

tying knots in a sheet's wide sail

that has glued the continents

to spines bent, and currents of death

that live in the living blood

with notepad finger,

an eye's split brush,

a fever in sliming paths,

a seated lightyear,

and a god-shaped toad.